"I wish," Joy said, "that whatever we change into, Karyn will remember the way we used to be, even though she can't hear our wishes. I also wish that I was a normal, complete, heterosexual girl, what I would have been if I'd been born a girl, but that my personality won't change."
Alan blinked, and where before there had been a guy with flared hips, there was now a modestly cute girl. She was wearing a plain white blouse and a knee-length pleated blue denim skirt, exposing her now slender, curvy, and hairless legs and dainty feet. Her arms and hands, formerly thick and masculine, were now slender and delicate, and her flat, straight torso had become curvy, with a modest pair of breasts. Her face was soft and pretty, framed by long brown hair. "What the...?" she said. "I didn't specify a skirt."
"Joy..." Allison said. "...I didn't expect you to do that."
Joy smiled. "Neither did I, really. It's just...if I want to have a normal, happy life, this is pretty much the easiest way to go about it. If I became a lesbian, or a completely masculine girl-slash-guy with a vagina, or both, that would introduce a lot of complications to life, and I don't know what my friends and family would think of me. This is just the best choice for me, I think, but I'll support you in whatever you choose."
Allison thought about it. "I guess," she said, "that I want..."
